Chapter 10: The Domineering School Prince's Wet Love 10: Unspeakable Heat. ...
The weekend sunlight shines through the old window panes, casting a winding path of light in the small rental house, extending all the way to a pair of colorful parrot slippers.
The owner of the slippers was leaning leisurely at the table, enjoying this rare leisure time, holding a glass of water, his hair shining golden in the sunlight.
[Ding! Weekend special mission released!] 778's excited voice suddenly rang out, [Given the host's excellent early performance, the pervert mission can be further upgraded! New mission: Disguise yourself as a delivery driver, intercept and replace the takeaway ordered by the target person Jiang Lian, and deliver a personally made pervert love bento!]
"Puff—cough cough cough!" Ye Ling choked upon hearing this, his face flushed red from coughing. "What?"
"This is so perverted! Even more perverted than rummaging through the mailbox!" He was so anxious that he almost crowed like a chicken.
[Pervert? This is the pinnacle of perversion! Integrating into the target's life, silently infiltrating.] 778 patiently coaxed, [Imagine him eating food you made yourself, every bite tinged with your 'thought'... How romantic! This is the self-cultivation of a top-tier pervert! Quick, get moving!]
The little bird in Ye Ling's heart was banging its head against the wall like crazy: [I will be arrested by the human police! ]
But as a bird, feeding is the highest form of expressing intimacy. Ye Ling thought about it and finally gave in.
He rummaged through boxes and cupboards, found a blue baseball cap, typical of a delivery man, and an old coat of a similar color, barely disguised himself. Then, he began cooking for the first time in his life.
There was a lot of noise and a mess.
Ye Ling was in a panic, scratching her head at the "super simple quick recipe" provided by 778.
He wanted to shape the rice into a bird, but ended up shaping it into a rice ball that looked nothing like a bird... In the end, he simply solemnly put in what he thought were the most delicious snacks: a few small cookies and a small bag of nuts.
Looking at the strangely colored, peculiarly shaped, and emitting an uncertain smell, Ye Ling swallowed guiltily: [Is this really edible? Will I be poisoned to death?]
Time passed minute by minute, and the sun slowly rose to its highest point.
Ye Ling wore a blue baseball cap pulled down very low, a loose old coat, and held the simple lunch box containing the "love lunch box" tightly in his arms. He wandered nervously near the high-end apartment where Jiang Lian lived.
He prayed that Jiang Lian would place the order quickly, but at the same time he was afraid that he would actually place the order.
[Target has placed an order! Estimated delivery time: 20 minutes later!] 778 accurately reported, [Host, target locked on the delivery driver, license plate number XXXX! Prepare to intercept!]
Ye Ling's heart was in her throat.
He saw the delivery guy in a yellow uniform riding an electric donkey and stopping at the foot of the apartment building. Just as the guy took out his phone to make a call, Ye Ling rushed over.
"Um... Big Brother!" Ye Ling lowered his voice to hide his panic, trying to pretend to be a novice. "I'm new here, and this area is temporarily under my jurisdiction! Deliver this order... to me! Please!"
The delivery guy looked at his nondescript "uniform" suspiciously: "You? Whose company are you from? Where's your ID?"
"I..." Ye Ling thought quickly, "I'm a temporary transfer from the platform! I forgot to bring my ID card. Look, I know all the order information! Mr. Jiang, Unit X, Room XXX, Building X, Boiled Fish Slice Set with Rice!"
The young man was skeptical, but seeing Ye Ling's anxious expression, he hurried to deliver the next order. He muttered, "The current platform is really unreliable," but still stuffed the takeaway bag into Ye Ling's hands and said, "Okay, okay, hurry up and deliver it! Don't exceed the time limit!"
Ye Ling held the hot potato in her arms, feeling relieved yet terrified.
He had no idea that from the moment he appeared in the apartment's surveillance range wearing that shabby baseball cap, his every move had been clearly displayed on the surveillance screen of a household on the top floor.
Jiang Lian leaned lazily on the large leather sofa, his fingertips unconsciously sliding across the tablet.
When that familiar yet unfamiliar figure - wearing an ill-fitting baseball cap and a strange blue coat, was wandering stealthily downstairs.
He zoomed in on the surveillance footage. Even with his hat pulled low, he could still see that iconic, restless strand of golden hair, and those hazelnut eyes, still bright and clear under the shadow of the hat brim, but now filled with nervousness and guilt... who else could it be but Ye Ling?
He didn't expect that this timid little bird would become so bold that it was no longer satisfied with peeping from afar and clumsily following, but actually dared to come to the door in disguise?
That hat is such an eyesore. But… this feeling of offering myself to something… Haha, like a foolish sparrow walking into a trap.
He adjusted his sitting position, leaned forward slightly, and stared at the figure on the screen holding a takeaway bag and trying to swipe through the access control system downstairs.
'He was nervous, he was afraid... but he came anyway. For me?'
'What's he holding in his arms? A gift for me?'
Jiang Lian swallowed uncontrollably a few times.
The elevator rose smoothly.
Ye Ling clutched the lunch box tightly, his palms sweaty, his heart pounding in his throat. 778 was still cheering him on in his head: [Host! Stay calm! Hand the lunch box to him yourself! Let him feel your burning love! Go for it! You're the most perverted!]
The elevator door opened with a ding.
Ye Ling slowly moved to the heavy, shiny security door, reached out her hand tremblingly, and rang the doorbell.
The moment the bell rang, the door opened.
Jiang Lian's tall figure blocked the doorway. He had just showered and was wearing only simple black home clothes. His hair was still damp, with a few strands casually draped across his smooth forehead.
His sharp eyes scrutinized the shoddy delivery man at the door. His gaze swept across Ye Ling's lowered hat brim, passed over his lips that were pursed due to nervousness, and finally landed on the bag in his arms with the "Chuan Xiang Bistro" logo printed on it.
Ye Ling lowered her head, handed the bag forward, and tried to imitate the delivery man's tone: "Sir, your takeaway..."
Jiang Lian didn't answer immediately. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the door frame, his posture languid yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice low and slow, with a hint of deliberate suspicion: "Wait a minute. I heard recently that delivery drivers tampered with food. You... look suspicious."
Ye Ling's heart sank suddenly.
"I... I'm new here and not very skilled." He explained hurriedly.
"Really?" Jiang Lian's lips curled up slightly. "New here? Then I need to check it out. Open the bag. I want to see if the food has been opened. Is there anything...strange added?"
His eyes fell meaningfully on Ye Ling's face, as if he could see through the hat and see his pale little face.
Ye Ling felt his blood run cold.
778 screamed in his head: [Host! Find a solution quickly! We can't let him open the takeout in front of you! He's so smart, he'll definitely recognize you!]
Cold sweat broke out on Ye Ling's forehead and his brain was working rapidly.
Just when Jiang Lian seemed to be getting impatient and was about to reach out and take the bag himself——
"Ah!" Ye Ling suddenly retracted his hand as if he was scalded. At the same time, he stumbled and his body leaned forward uncontrollably!
"Bang—crash!"
The simple food box containing the "love lunch box", along with the takeout bag outside, flew out of his hand and hit the mirror-like entrance floor of Jiang Lian's house!
The lid was thrown open, and the strange-shaped rice balls, burnt fried eggs, twisted carrot hearts, scattered biscuits and nuts... mixed with sticky sauce, splashed everywhere like flowers scattered by fairies.
What's worse is that a large amount of greasy soup splashed onto Ye Ling's chest and arms like ink.
The bird's extreme disgust for dirt caused Ye Ling to jump back suddenly.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang!" Ye Ling babbled incoherently, trying to find an excuse to get out of the situation. "My hand slipped! I was so stupid! This one is inedible! I'll compensate you with one! I'll buy you a new one right now! Right now!"
Jiang Lian was also stunned by this sudden accident.
He looked at the mess on the floor, the strangely shaped food, and then at the greasy, panicked delivery man in front of him.
The clothes... are dirty.
Jiang Lian licked his teeth.
"Forget it." Jiang Lian's voice remained flat, and no emotion could be heard. "Go away. Be more careful next time."
Ye Ling felt as if she had been pardoned. Without even bothering to look at Jiang Lian's expression, she turned around and crawled into the elevator, slamming the door-closing button frantically.
The elevator door closed, and Ye Ling immediately leaned against the cold wall of the car to prevent herself from sliding down, gasping for breath.
He looked at the large patches of sticky oil on his chest and arms, and the strong feeling of nausea and mysophobia gave him goose bumps all over his body.
He kept shaking his hands, trying to get the oil off his fingers, like a bird trying desperately to dry its feathers after getting covered in dirt.
"So dirty... so uncomfortable..." He muttered softly, his golden hair drooping listlessly.
As soon as the elevator reached the first floor, he rushed out of the apartment building as fast as he could and ran towards the old and dilapidated house he rented.
Now he just wants to wash himself thoroughly immediately and thoroughly!
…
Jiang Lian stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes following the golden figure that was fleeing in a panic.
Seeing him running while swinging his arms uncomfortably and looking down at his clothes from time to time, Jiang Lian's mouth corners actually curled up.
It runs really fast. It's dirty... It feels uncomfortable, right?
Jiang Lian didn't turn around until Ye Ling disappeared at the entrance to the old residential building opposite. He ignored the mess in the entrance and took out the high-powered telescope from the drawer.
He walked to the window, adjusted the angle, and accurately locked onto a familiar window in the building opposite.
Soon, the light in that window came on.
Ye Ling's figure appeared in the field of view of the telescope.
He stood in the middle of the small living room, his face wrinkled. He pulled off his old, greasy coat in disgust and threw it on the ground like trash.
Then, as Jiang Lian’s pupils suddenly contracted, he looked at him.
Ye Ling grabbed the hem of the only thin white short-sleeved T-shirt on her body and lifted it up!
The white, flexible waist with the youthful lines typical of a teenager was immediately exposed in the clear field of view of the telescope.
Next, it was the smooth back, and the butterfly bones moved slightly as he took off his clothes... The oily T-shirt was neatly taken off from the top of his head and thrown on the coat on the ground.
Under the warm yellow light, the boy's chest rose and fell slightly due to running and excitement, and a thin layer of pink appeared on his fair skin.
“…”
Jiang Lian's fingers holding the telescope tightened instantly, his breathing became heavy and hot, and his Adam's apple rolled violently and uncontrollably.
"She actually...took it off."
"Just like this... defenselessly... in front of my camera..."
His chest heaved violently, and his body felt an indescribable heat.
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